Drinking again,
And thinking of when you loved me
Im having a few
And wishing that you were here.
Making the rounds…
Accepting a round from a strangers
Being a fool
Just hoping that youll appear.
Sure, I can borrow a smoke
Maybe tell some joker a bad joke
But nobody laughs,
They dont laugh at a broken heart.
Oh, yeah, Im drinking again
Its always that same old story
After the kicks
Theres little old mixed-up me
Tryin to lose, a dream that used to be.